Letter to the Unknown


I may be wrong in my emotions,
I may look weird,
I may be unfit for your reciprocation,
But I am not fake
Genuineness is what my feelings are,
From the shades of tree to the cool breeze.
Everything that you feel real ,
I carry with my emotions.
I am the subtotal of empathy,
An unending sentence.
I am just a different path,
You may not choose.
I am just a wish,
You never wished for.
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But remember
Things that matter most is
The truth and memoirs.
The things which just has no meaning
Yet makes you nostalgia.
Things which you never wished
But gave you comfort and peace.
Look back, again and again.
Did you feel little cold being in summer?
Yes. It is what I wished to be,
The non-existent feeling
Unwanted yet, so much soothing
No expectations, look at me
Dissolving with time
With making you more comfortable
Just feel it and let go.
Just feel it again.

#EveryWordIsForYou

 

Happily…

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Rough roads, beautiful memories


img_20161026_235546Off late the surgical strikes of Indian Army has been making news and after Saheed Hanumant Thappa Indian Army has gone viral in social media. In some places as the social media shows, BJP made posters on election campaign, Mr Kejriwal asked the PM to provide proofs of the attack and Congress released cross LOC attacks in public. The Uri attack and our return fire made lot of us little patriotic and what’s app also flooded with a candle wala DP and many forwarded messages.

Being a silent watcher of those activities I visited Srinagar, Leh, Nubra, Turtuk and Pangong where every single day and every single hour I saw a numbers of Indian Army personnel, their camps, their trucks, rocket launcherss and many things which I want to share it here.

img_20161004_155301445-copyFirst of all, above all bullets and kinds of guns, there lies a lot of artists. All army camps I went across during my visit are colorful. Beautifully decorated, well maintained and clean. I was amazed to see their cretivity and trust on my words, the arial view of any army camp of these places I mentioned will give a natural smile in your eyes.

There creativity is not only limited to colors but also in terms of words. All the camps are beautifully named and some mountains are creatively carved with those names along with the tricolor. There comes  BRO; a Familiar name you will see in every hundred meter with signage and boards. Its not the gen X term ‘Yes Bro’ kind of stuff rather an organisation originated from Indian Army. Officially known as Border Roads Organization (BRO) has been mainting and developing roads across borders in India. The people are so creative, every hundred metre you will see some funny, witty, informative and useful messages on road safety and cleanliness. And let me tell you, you can’t avoid reading them even if you are at a speed of 80km or more. They will hold ur nerves and put pressure on your right hand to lessen the accelerator.

Some messages are like

“Don’t be a Gama, in the land of Lama”

“Drinking whisky, driving risky”

“Do not gossip, let him drive”

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Above all, I have never seen any armed force or security agency so much hospitable. While crossing the hilly difficult terrains, amidst all tension and adventure what makes you smile is, you salute any army truck or jeepsy or any officer on he way, they will revert back with saluting you back and with a million dollar smile. They will give you ways to pass the roads safely. When there is jamming, first they will make your ways clear and then they will move. Remember the tracks might carry cooked food, water or fuel for the jawans at the base or at different check posts. They make sure, you travel safe.
They are more hospitable than any service industry. Can you see the softer hearts behind the tough soldiers??? I did every time during the trip.

img_20161004_145408171-copyNow let me come to the point what I have been waiting to spell out loud. I was crossing a check post and got time to interact few army personnel. It was on my way to the northern most village of India, Turtuk which was once a part of India. The check post was in the valley where, on the west, there was Pakistan just a mountain away and on the east, there was China again a mountain away. It was near the Siachen glaciers and the Hanumant Thappa point was not very far from the check post. They narrated till 1971 that post was under Pakistan and we won that during 1971 war. The valley was freaking beautiful and I was amazed to know, they remain their round the year no matter how cold it is. This is the condition of all such check posts and all such base camps. And in winter the temperature go beyond zero degree and they experience that for the sake of serving the country.

I wanted to hug few of them and let them know how proud I am feeling. But it was lunch time and they said to meet them while coming back. I crossed the check post and visited the last Indian Village Turtuk. It was worth achieving. The village is one of the beautiful experience I had during my trip. The children are most beautiful in India as many previous visitors say. These Balti tribe children are with blue eyes and blond hairs. The army has set up schools there till class 12th and you can see some children going to such schools in army trucks in fact. They will wave their hands to the visitors and with a cute smile and that will give you goosebumps.

While coming back, I crossed the same check post and I saw new army personnel and I asked for the familiar name I had met few hours before while crossing the post. The tall dark smiling face came from the down the bridge with a camouflage T-shirt and was looking fresh after his lunch. I shaken hands, we talked again. I asked his well-being. He reverted with the same. But why he is so important and why I am mentioning about him is something that will make you little emotional.

He was nonother than, an Odia bhai from a southern odisha city. Thousands miles away, when I was fascinated about Indian Army, I met this man with an Insass and when he saw my passport started talking to me in Odia. What could be more proud moment for me !!!

edited_img_20161006_145528974It felt, each member of Indian Army is someone from my family, my city, my state. They are just like us. They never bothered about what we post social media. Not bothered about what political parties claim on their victory and efforts. They don’t bother about how much salary our corporate employees get and how much they deserve. They stay with limited connectivity, limited food, limited resources, limited options. But they don’t complain. They do not show their outrage in Facebook or through open letters. They just stand there, putting their life in stake, keeping the family away, entertaining oneself with nature and with memories.img_20161005_113300123-copy

I have taken a lot of pictures and selfies during the trip but this is my personal favorite. A selfie with the man himself, can’t mention his name. I hugged him and said we all are proud of them. I hugged his friends as well.

I crossed the check post and moved ahead waving a salute and getting few in return, saw a series of army trucks few meters later and I was murmuring the song in mind.

“Kandhe se milte hain kandhein, Kadmo se kada Milte hain,
Hum Chalte hain toh aise jab, Dil dushman ke hilte hain”

Happily…

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Obsession is bliss


With every passing day
I discover a new in me.
I change like the time flies
Perhaps as if we compete
The change is constant
With a new obsession
A new me..

The age old theory of Darwin
We evolve, we grow, we change
We cry we shout and we scream
We seek, we fight, we achieve
We smile, being content like a winner
What we ultimately conquor
Is a new Obsession
We are humans

Who is Buddha or Vivekananda
A human, a saint or god
A belief or a force
What made them immortal
Just a propaganda ???
Oh yes, The energy
The power to diminish the obsession

Look around
People by your sides
From Hilary to trump
From Osama to Obama
Modi to Mamta
You, me, and everyone
Are we good enough
With our thoughts
With the values we carry
With the message we spread
The paths we follow
Are not we victims
Of hipocricy
And arrogance
Rather collective obsession.

Ever tried looking at things you love most
Ever looked at your best moments
Ever thought about your biggest achievements
The best gift, the favorite dress, last holiday trip,
Memorable birthday celebration, That match when sachin scored 200
The one Sourav took off the T-shirt
All belongingness
The nostalgia moments
The #tags and all checked-ins
You know what!!!!
Didn’t you realised ???
Well, yes. You are obsessed.

Now don’t get surprised
Of all obsessions you have in life
Some I reminded and some you are connecting now
Do you think it to be wrong
Being obsessed ?
Do you think you are poised with mere obsessions in life.
Hold on your breaths.
Just another few seconds
Let me make it loud.
You are normal
Not insane
Not poised
Neither at fault
Intentionally or being innocent
Just feel free and normal.
Because
Things what we call Obsession
Is just another Synonyms of life
You are obssesed
Means, be happy. Be content.
And thank your God or Allah or Ram.
You are OBSESSED. You are ALIVE

 

Happily…

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A Date With Dutee


The weather was cloudy but I wasn’t waiting for the rains. I was inside the huge open air corridor of Hyderabad’s Pulela Gopichand Badminton Academy, excited to meet the fastest woman of India, sprint queen Dutee Chand. The rains poured and my heart thundered in my ears as I saw her entering the academy compound. My ‘date’ with Dutee was about to begin…

As I saw her approaching towards me, I also noticed the shopping bags in her hand. Last minute shopping before Rio, I presumed. The academy was teeming with badminton trainees, all of whom had an air of sophistication around them. But Dutee dressed in black colour track pants, a blue T-shirt and a red coloured sleeper, somehow stood out for her simplicity. She looked at me and smiled, and her smile reached her eyes too.

13872989_1239242566088568_1459280868547896011_nI realised I was feeling hungry but seeing her made me forget about food as I suddenly developed this appetite for a candid interview of sorts. But thankfully for me, Dutee had not taken her lunch either. Just as we shook hands and were about to make our lunch plan, a phone call came. And, so she handed me over the keys of her scooter as she took the call. I got the cue and we headed for some good food since the lunch time at the academy canteen was over long time back.

Although she was over phone, she could easily guide me to the destination. Exactly a ride of 1300 metres on the Hyderabad Mumbai Highway, she asked me to stop by a South Indian restaurant. Till then, she was on the phone and she appeared to be upset. From what I could understand from the conversation, she was talking to some corporate guy who probably was bargaining with her for an advertisement. Dutee denied bluntly, not for the small amount they were offering but for his bargaining attempts. For a player who has made her state and the country proud, more than money, respect mattered and I could understand her decision.

To me, Dutee personifies excellence. Although her eligibility to participate as a female athlete in the Commonwealth Games was questioned, she fought back and how! I asked her about her anger and outrage. She was calm and replied with a smile, “I had little scope to mourn and so I had to fight back and I got the victory of a lifetime. Now, none can question me about it.”  She smiled at me again and this time it reflected her confidence.

By the time she completed the story, we had ordered some fried rice and ginger chicken with some starters. The waiters at the restaurant were hospitable to her. Later, she informed me that the one who serving us was from Kendrapara and that she was regular at the joint since both the food and service were good.

I moved ahead with my questions. The next thing I wanted to know was how she was dealing with the expectations of people right now! Being the fastest woman of India and making it to Olympics 100 metre race after PT Usha is a big responsibility. The hopes of 120 crore Indians are now pinned on her. And then came the pertinent question – What are the chances of winning a medal at Rio? She took a pause and replied with an example. “It’s very difficult to predict or assure about winning a medal. Earlier I have failed to better my own records despite best preparations. Victory will depend on my physical condition that day, my mental stability, the weather and also the condition of my opponents. Basically, if everything falls into place on that day, you become a winner. So, I don’t want to talk about winning a medal right now and pressurise myself. I am practicing hard and I want to give my best on that day. It does not matter if I win a gold, silver or bronze. For me, what matters most is that I will run for the country and for the Tri-colour.” I had goose-bumps seeing the patriotic spirit and passion in her eyes.

I drifted from the topic and asked her about her family. She appeared content as she mentioned how her sister athlete Saraswati Chand had a huge impact in her life. As she stated sharing more about her family, she became a little nostalgic.

I got her back to the present world with a question that was relevant for all sprinters from Odisha. Is the state government doing enough to promote them considering the fact that we have so many talents, be it Rachita Mistri, Anuradha Biswal, Amiya Mallick, Dutee Chand, Srabani Nanda or Budhia Singh? She rightly pointed out, “Infrastructure for sprinters is not good in the state.” However, she also praised the government for helping her out many a time.

By the time, we were done with our lunch, it was pouring outside and so we sat for some more time in her favourite South Indian joint. I utilised the time to discover other interesting facets to her. Since she was so popular, I wanted to know about her social media presence. She was quick to answer with a laugh, “Do I really need it? But I am happy people are talking about me on social media due to my achievements. I do not believe in self-propaganda.” However, she does have two Facebook profiles, one official Facebook page, a dedicated Twitter handle and little presence over Instagram.

We chatted some more, till the rains stopped and then it was time for her afternoon massage. By the time we came out of the restaurant, the rain soaked streets had started getting crowded. We clicked a selfie and shook hands. I gifted a packet of Salepur rasogulla to her and wished her for Rio. She bid goodbye, turned back and started walking. I kept looking at her till she merged with the crowd. I looked atop and saw a beautiful rainbow in the sky.

And, that’s how ended my beautiful date with Dutee Chand.

 

Happily…

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(The article is originally published in My City Links )

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ଚିଠି ର ଚିଠି


ସାଇକେଲର ଘଂଟି ବାଜିଲା ବେଳକୁ ଖୁସି କହିଲେ ନ ସରେ
ମାଟିଆ ରଂଗର ଖାକି ପୋଷାକ ପିନ୍ଧା ମଉସାର ସାଇକେଲର କେଁକଟର ଶଦ୍ଦ
ରାୟ ବାବୁ, ଚିଠି ଆସିଛି
ବାସ୍ ସେତିକି । ସେ ଖୁସିର ପରିଭାଷା ନିର୍ଣ୍ଣୟ କରିବାର ସତ ସାହାସ ବୋଧେ ଆଜି ନାହିଁ

କଂଟ୍ରୋଲ ଏ କଂଟ୍ରୋଲ ଭି ଆଉ କଂଟ୍ରୋଲ ଜେଡର ପରିଧିରୁ ବହୁତ ଉଦ୍ଧ୍ୱର୍ରେ ଚିଠିର ପରିଭାଷା
କେତେ କେତେ ଅଧା ଲେଖା କାଗଜର ଟୁକୁଡା, ପରେ ଡଙ୍ଗା ହୋଇ ଓଳି ତଳ ପାଣିରେ ବହି ଯାଇଛି

କେବେ ଭାବିଛ ପୁଅର ପ୍ରଥମ ଚାକିରୀର ମନିଅର୍ଡରରେ ଆସିଥିବା ଟଙ୍କା
ତାକୁ ହାତରେ ଧରି ଗାଁ ଦାଣ୍ଡରେ ଛାତି ଫୁଲେଇ ଚାଲୁଥିବା ତା ମଳିମୁଣ୍ଡିଆ ବାପା
କେବେ ମନେ ପକେଇଛ, ଦୂର ଗାଁଆରୁ ଭଉଣୀର ରାକ୍ଷୀ,
ତା ସହ ପ୍ରଥମ କରି ମାମୁଁ ବୋଲାଇବାର ସୁଖବର
କେବେ ଚିନ୍ତା କରିଛ ପ୍ରଥମ କରି ବାପା ହେବା ପରେ,
ଡାକ ବାଲା ହାତରେ ଗୁଞ୍ଜି ଦେଇଥିବା ଖୁସିର ସନ୍ତକ

କି ଖୁସି, ସତେ ଯେମିତି ଚିଠି ତ ନୂହେଁ, ଖୁସିର ସୈାଦାଗର ।

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ନୁଆ କରି କଲେଜରେ ପାଦ ଥାପିଥିବା ରୋମିଓର ହାଥ ଥରା ପ୍ରେମ ପତ୍ର
ବନ୍ଧୁକର କଠୋରତାରେ ଖୁସି ସାଉଂଟୁଥିବା ସେଇ ଯବାନ ପାଇଁ ଦୂର ଦେଶରୁ ସନେ୍ଦଶ
ପ୍ରଥମ ଚାକିରୀର ପ୍ରଥମ ନିଦେ୍ର୍ଦଶନାମା
କି ଦେଇପାରିବ ଜିମେଲର ଇନବକ୍ସରେ ଆସିଥିବା ନୂଆ ମେଲ
ଅବା ହ୍ୱାଟସଆପ୍ର ଫାଳିକିଆ ଜିଭ ଦେଖେଇଥିବା ସ୍ମାଇଲି

ଏଠି ଇତିହାସ ସୃଷ୍ଟି କରିଛିି ଚିଠି
ନେହେରୁଙ୍କ ପାଖରୁ ଇନ୍ଦିରାଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ ରାଜନୀତି ଗୁରୁମନ୍ତ୍ର ବହନ କରୁଥିବା ଚିଠି ହେଉ
ବା ବିରହ ବେଦନାରେ ପତ୍ନୀ ହେମଲତାଙ୍କ ପାଖକୁ କବି ମାୟାଧର ମାନସିଂ ଲେଖିଥିବା
ରୋମାଂଚକର ଓ ପ୍ରିତୀ ପ୍ରଣୟର ମୁକସାକ୍ଷୀ ହେମପତ୍ର

ମନେ ଅଛି ପୋଷ୍ଟକାର୍ଡର ସେଇ ଓଦାଳିଆ ବାସନା
ଆଉ ସେଇ ନୀଳ ରଙ୍ଗିଆ ଇନଲାଣ୍ଡ ଲେଟର
ମନେ ଅଛି !!!!!!

ଯଦି ନାଁ, କରିଦିଅ ମୋର ଅନ୍ତିମ ସଂସ୍କାର
ଦେଇ ଦିଅ ମତେ ମେଲାଣି

ଆଉ ଯଦି ହଁ, ରହୁଛି ।
ଚିଠି ପାଇ ଚିଠି ଦବ

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ବିଜେତା ଆଉ ବାଜିଗର


କେବେ ବିନା କାରଣ ରେ ଖୁସି ହୋଇଛନ୍ତି
କେବେ ବିନା ଲୁହରେ କାନ୍ଦିଛନ୍ତି
କେବେ ନିଜ ଅସହାୟତାକୁ ଉପଭୋଗ କରିଛନ୍ତି
ଜୀବନରେ ଅନେକ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନର ଉତ୍ତର ଖୋଜିବା ନିରର୍ଥକ
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ସମୟର ପଥରେ ଆମେ ସହଚାରୀ
କେବେ ଅବାଟୁଆ ଆଉ କେବେ ଦିଶାହରା
ବାଟରେ ଚାଲୁ ଚାଲୁ କେବେ କେବେ ପୁଣି
ନୂତନ ପଥର ସନ୍ଧାନ ଓ କେବେ ଏକ ବିବର୍ତ୍ତନ
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କେବେ ଭଲପାଇଛନ୍ତି ପ୍ରକୃତିକୁ
ଯଦି ହଁ ତେବେ ଅନୁଭବ କରିଛନ୍ତି
ତାର ଘୁମୁରି ଘୁମୁରି କାନ୍ଦଣା !!
ଅନେକ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନର ବାଣ ଆଉ ଦ୍ଵନ୍ଦର ପରିସୀମା ବାହାରେ
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ପିଲାଦିନ ବୋହୁଚୋରି ଖେଳ
ରଜ ଦୋଳି ଆଉ ପୋଡପିଠା
ଗାଁ ଦାଣ୍ଡ ଆଉ ଚାଟଶାଳୀ ମୁଠି ଚାଉଳ
ବର୍ଣବୋଧ ବହି; ଆଜି ଅତୀତର ପାଖୁଡା ଭଳି
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ଫେସବୁକରେ ସେଲଫି ରୁ ଇନଷ୍ଟାର ହାର୍ଷ ଟାଗ ଯାଏଁ
ନିଜ ବାଜା ନିଜେ ବଜେଇବାର ପ୍ରତିଯୋଗୀତା
କେବେ ହାର କେବେ ପୁଣି ଜିତିବାର ଖୁସି
ସତେ ଯେମିତି ପ୍ରଥମ ପ୍ରେମର ହାତ ଲେଖା ପ୍ରେମ ନିବେଦନ
ଲାଜକୁଳି ପ୍ରେମିକାର ଲକ୍ଷେ ଟଙ୍କିଆ ପ୍ରଥମ ହସରେ ଅଭିବାଦନ
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କବିତାର ଦୁଇ ଧାଡିରେ ନିଜକୁ ଦେଖିବାର ଖୁସି
ଆଇନା ସାମନାରେ ଭିନ୍ନ ଏକ ପ୍ରତିବିମ୍ବର କାମନାରତ
ନାଉରିଆର କାତରେ କବିତାର ପ୍ରଥମ ଧାଡି ଖୋଜୁଥିବା କବି
ସବୁ ଭାବନାର ବଶିତ । ଆତ୍ମ ଅନୁଶୀଳନତାରୁ ଉପନ୍ୟାସ
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ପୁଣି ସେଇ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନ !
ଟିକେ ଭିନ୍ନତା ସହ,
କେବେ ଅନ୍ୟର ଖୁସି ରେ ଖୁସି ହୋଇଛନ୍ତି
କେବେ ଆଉ କାହା ଲୁହକୁ ନିଜର କରିଛନ୍ତି
କେବେ ଅସହାୟତାରୁ ନୂତନ ଅଶାର ଆଲୋକକୁ ଦେଖିଛନ୍ତି
ଯଦି ହଁ, ଅଭିନନ୍ଦନ !
ପରାଜୟ ର ଶୃଙ୍ଖଳ ଛିନ୍ନ କରି,
ସମୟକୁ ପଛରେ ପକାଇ
ଆପଣ,
ଜୀବନ ଯୁଦ୍ଧରେ ବିଜେତା ଆଉ ବାଜିଗର ।
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Happily…
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Life Simplified


The wind spread across the coast
Said few words,
In it’s silence.
No matter how complicated life is,
Just follow me.

The sands
Could make it simple and sweet
Be it the confusions of life
Or relationships
It is needed, the believe & trust
to keep it running
to make it loving.

Come…
Have bath at my courtyard
Let me wash your stress
Let me clean you
From sorrows and agony.

From the Horizon
A voice came
You are beautiful.
From heart and from soul
You are beautiful.

Focusing on things
That are beautiful and pleasant
Are the best moments & best captures
are not by the lens, but with the eyes.

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Are Prettier than they appear.

Just a little step ahead
Be the person you want to be.
Change the things you want to
Chase the target you dreamt of
I am with you.

It was never the wind,made me fly.
It was always me, myself
Who wished to be a bird

Being cage free, To fly high… higher… highest

Look at the eyes of the machine.
Which has an eye,
To make you believe,
what you saw.
But I suggest
Be the eye, Be the vision

Walk against the flow,
It will make you or break yo
But you will win
Because you tried

Beauty lies in the eyes of
BEHOLDER. Then i see you.

Moments I miss the most,
Are not gonna come again.
But memories…
Can you wipe them out.
Thousand images
and reflections
of your presence.
I see you,
through the eyes of my heart
through the lens of those memoirs.

#EveryWordisForYou

Happily…

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